Elena's POV:
"Does it matter?" I ask. Silas comes to me, caressing my cheek with his thumb. "It matters" he says looking at me. I'm staring at his lips like an idiot. My tears are threatening me to spill.
"They're gonna kill you" I say in sob. Silas smiles at me softly. "You, Elena Gilbert is a very strong woman that I've known. Crying isn't your strong suit. Don't worry about me. I'd die happily" he says.
"What about me?" I ask. "You're better off without me and them. You're own your own, Gilbert" he says still brushing his thumb on my cheek.
"You don't like me, want me?" I ask. He chuckles a bit. "I do like you, want you but I can't be here forever, Elena" he says.
I take his hands and lock with mine.
"Let's skip town, go somewhere where no one could harm you" I say.
"I wish I could but I can't" he says.
"So, you're just going to let them kill you?" I ask, crying like a maniac.
He frees his hands and wipe my tears. "I'm taking Tessa down with me. If she lives, she would cause troublei to others and specially you. She can't stand to see Amara. Her whole existence is to hate Amara. I'd make sure she dies before I die" he says.
I say nothing because I don't know what to say. "Let's make you dinner" he says. I can not believe he just drops the whole thing off. "Here I'm dying already thinking you're not going to fight for yourself but all you could think about is to make me dinner" I say.
Silas chuckles. "I wouldn't mind to make my lady dinner. I'm going to live the days I've left.. just for you" Silas says.
I couldn't help but smile. He calls me lady. It feels pretty amazing to be called like that. "So, what's my lady wants to eat?" He asks. I smile softly. "Spaghetti" I say. He tilts his head. "What? You don't know how to make spaghetti?" I ask. He smiles looking down at the ground. "I can cook but it's just really easy thing to make" he says.
As Silas making me dinner, I sit on the table watching him cook for me. He needs bit of a distraction and I'd willing to do it.
I'm wearing one of his shirt after my breakdown. My legs are naked. I'm wearing a black thong underneath. If I pull myself up a little my thong could be seen.
I sexily enter in the kitchen. I catch Silas looking at my legs. I know he can't resist my legs. I sit on the countertop and lean toward the gas stove to reveal my lacy black thong to him.
I hear Silas let out a breath. It's working. I'm so proud of myself. "It's enough boiled" I say, leaning more. "Elena, if you lean one step more, you're going to fall on the pot" Silas says and pushing me back. I pout and grin at the same time.
"So caring" I say sexily as I'm drawing circles on my thighs. He notices and licks his lips "Will you stop doing that now?" he says.
"Stop doing what exactly?" I say. Silas keeps tapping his feet as he's waiting to boil the spaghetti more.
"Okay, done" he turns of the stove and straddle me on his waist. He hands running on my butts as I'm sucking his lips, caressing the back oh neck. We're moaning into each other.
I stop kissing him, he joins to kiss my neck. I lean toward him "Remove my thong and take me in here, right now" I say sexily.
"Yes ma'am" he says.
I Know It's been a long time. Please I really love Silas because he's my Paul Wesley. And as long as it's Nina Dobrev with Paul Wesley, I'm fine with it.
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